Lev’s swats changed to a gentle stroking, the softest caress, as Tor stepped toward me. “Open up, Leah.”
His cock was inches from my mouth and I could do nothing but do as he said. Nor did I want to.
“Good girl. Now stick out your tongue. I’m going to come all over it.”
I watched as he continued to stroke himself before he settled the tip of his cock on my tongue, the hard ring pressing down. He groaned as hot seed spurted to coat the inside of my mouth. I could taste him, salty and hot. With a ragged breath, he stepped back, then knelt down befor
e me.
“Swallow.”
I did, then licked my lips. Within a matter of seconds, arousal pumped through me with such intensity that I was about to come. I closed my eyes and groaned, gave myself over to the feeling. Was this what shooting heroin was like? Pure bliss?
“Oh, Lev, please.”
“Please, what?” he asked from behind me, his voice dark and rough.
“I need you to fuck me.”
I fought against my bonds, frantic to get my hands on a cock. “Please. I need it.” My eyes flew open and I began to panic. “It’s too much. I need it. Give it to me!” I shouted.
What was wrong with me? I was… desperate. It only became that way after I swallowed Tor’s seed. God, this fever was caused by the seed power they spoke of. The thought terrified me for a moment, but then I remembered Lev’s explanation. This bond had the same effect on the men. They needed me as much as I needed them.
I felt a hand tugging on my stinging ass cheek, pulling my pussy open wide as a cock nudged my entrance and then thrust deep.
I screamed. That was what I needed. Thick, hot cock. Even the scent of it, musky and dark, was appealing.
Lodged deep inside, Lev leaned over me, sank his teeth into the spot where my neck met my shoulder and pulled his cock back, then rammed himself home. The angle I was positioned had my ass high and his cock slid in perfectly, like a sword in a sheath. I couldn’t do anything but take his hard thrusts. Now that he was inside me, I calmed and gave myself over to it.
“I’ve been hard for you ever since you transported. I don’t think my cock will ever go down. Fuck, I’m like a randy youth. I’m going to come.”
The wet sounds of fucking filled the air. Tor stroked my sweaty hair back from my face and I saw desire there once again.
“You need cock, Leah? You need us to fill you, to put our seed inside you? Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you.” I looked up and saw Drogan stripping off his clothes, his cock springing free, ready for its own turn.
“Come for us, Leah. Come now.” It was Lev who pushed me over the edge right into pure bliss with his cock stroking over every perfect place deep inside me and his palm landing hard across my ass, one cheek then the other, as he did so.
When he came deep inside me, his seed coating the walls of my sex, I came again. I moaned when he slipped from me, but they didn’t leave me wanting. Drogan took his turn as Tor played with my breasts, tugging on the hard tips, timing his hard pinches to the deep thrusting of Drogan’s hard cock. Drogan reached around to my clit and stroked me easily to another orgasm as he, too came quickly and emptied himself into me.
I was wrecked, wrung out, and unable to calm down. My body’s aching hunger for these men was still there, still roaring through my system like a wildfire through dry kindling. Tor left me to take his place behind me, to fuck me, and I couldn’t stand the waiting, the emptiness of my pussy a sensual torture I could never have imagined just a few days before.
Instead of putting his cock in me right away, Tor took his time in playing with my back entrance, using his fingers to open me up, to stretch me for a plug that he slid deep and settled inside me. I should have been appalled as I’d never taken one before and I barely flinched at its insertion. It should have hurt or at least been uncomfortable. But the warm glide of some kind of scented oil ensured that I only felt pleasure, dark, carnal lust that built at being touched and played with in this new place. Only when I felt the flared base of the plug keeping my cheeks parted, the thick feel of it stretching me open, did Tor fuck me.
His huge cock filled me and the sensation of being too full made me moan. Instead of backing off, Tor grabbed my ass cheeks, still burning from Lev’s hard spanking, and squeezed hard enough to make my pussy flood with new moisture. The pain triggered an avalanche of need, lust, and a reminder that I belonged to them. Forever.
Tor pulled on my ass and the sensation of being spread even wider pushed me into a mindless haze. My body trembled, completely out of my control, and I didn’t care. I simply needed the hard pounding of his cock, the soft stroking of Drogan’s hand on my back and the hard pull of his hand in my hair. I needed Lev’s hot tongue teasing my nipple as he shoved two fingers into my mouth so I could lick the taste of my own pussy from his flesh.
They didn’t let me up, didn’t stop fucking me for God knows how long. I lost track of time. I lost track of everything. All I knew was that the men were as insatiable as I, their cocks never softening. Even with my hips angled up, their seed slipped from me, long rivulets of it dripped down over my clit and down my belly. The last thing I remembered was being carried in strong arms and laid on a soft bed.
* * *
I woke up in the middle of the night, my eyes opening to a dark room, disoriented. My bedroom window, usually on my left, was now on my right. There was no street noise, no hum of my air conditioner. Sitting up, I blinked, then the sleep cleared enough for me to remember. Perhaps it was the hand that moved on my thigh that helped nudge my brain into my new reality.
I was on Viken. I was in bed with three men. I should have noticed it first, their scent. It was almost identical for all three of them, but I recognized each had their own variation. Lev, dark and powerful; Tor, open and confident; Drogan, wild and focused. I was quickly learning their subtle differences in personality—even in the way they fucked. I had thought I would like it just one way, but when each of them had their turn, I’d come for them all. God, had I ever.
I liked being brought to orgasm by just Drogan’s face between my thighs. I’d liked being spanked and fucked at the same time. I’d liked being tied down. I’d liked having a plug in my ass. God, I was such a slut for these men!
The things they’d done to me before I fell asleep were probably illegal in several states back home. Here, though, it didn’t seem to be anything but normal. The Vikens had created special centers for mates to learn about such things. Embarrassment riddled me, for was it normal to be strapped to a spanking bench and punished? Was it normal to actually like the feel of my stinging, hot skin from the hard spanks from Lev’s hand? Was it normal to literally crave three men? Was it normal to enjoy having my ass played with?